Chapter 11
- Noah’s POV:
- The dining room table was set too perfectly, the kind of setup that screamed, “Company’s over or company is coming.” Silverware sparkled under the light of the chandelier, and wine glasses were filled just enough to feel fancy.
- I adjusted the collar of my button-down shirt again for what felt like the hundredth time, my jaw clenched tight. I really didn’t want to be here, but I didn’t really have a choice.